Post by E on May 21, 2009 8:47:04 GMT -5
I think this girl may be a dev, not because of her interest in me, but because of her nervousness.
I've had an acquaintance for some time. We both used to attend magic Wednesdays at Dada until our faithful magician moved himself out to San Fran. I met her there, but would run into her all the time at various band performances -- from the local and obscure to the massive and popular. She always stopped to say hi, we shared shots, and had fun dancing on more than one occasion.
On one faithful Wednesday, between Brad the Reality Thief's sets, we were chatting and shooting Patron when she mentioned being a massage therapist.
"No way! I had no idea. I need a regular therapist."
Totally true. I have more aches and pains than not... and my left leg has been tormeting me something fierce. She said she'd never done anyone in a chair before, so it'd be on her for the learning experience... and since I wasn't paying, she'd be bringing her sensual oils. We laughed, we'd been drinking, it was innocent, but I made sure to get her number.
I called her a few days later to set it up, sincere in wanting to get some work done, and left a message. A week went by, I never heard back. I really didn't think much of it and it wasn't long until I ran into her again.
"You never called me back..." I was teasing.
"No, no I didn't..." She looked down a moment, then back up at me. "I don't want to give you a massage."
"Okay." I blinked. "... why? I know the sensual oils thing was a joke. I actually do need actual work done."
"I... just... well, you see, it's just... it's a liability."
"It is?"
"Well... no, not really." She sighed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm really not up for the challen -- no, I love challenges." She seemed stuck. I could tell that she was trying to come up with a reason why that made sense, something she could tell me, but there was none, and whatever the real reason was... she wasn't going to share. Finally, she said, "Why wouldn't I? Of course I do. That's my job. I don't know what's wrong with me. Yeah, that'd be great. Just call me. I'll answer this time."
We left it at that. I did call and she's been coming over on Wednesdays ever since. She always makes sure I'm completely dressed. If something slides down or whatever during a transfer, it's always quick to be fixed. Whenever I read someone here say how they feel uncomfortable around a wheeler, like they don't want to be caught, or how they think it'd be wrong to be in a profession where you work with us, it makes me think of that conversation.
I've had one more similar instance with her. The girl that gets me up in the morning -- washing, dressing, etc. -- was going out of town for a week. I asked her, massage chic, if she'd like to fill in. It's not far off from what she already does, she works on naked spa clients (granted, with towels on) all day, and her schedule worked. She said she totally could and we both put the dates, a month away, in our BlackBerry calendars, laughing at our hi-techness. The month went by. On the Sunday before she was due to start, she sent a text saying she couldn't do it -- she didn't feel comfortable. She didn't say why. It was very random, unexplained, and made little sense... much like before.
So, though I'll never know, I wonder if she's a devotee, conflicted morally about doing things for me given her "unusual attraction," or has some other deal going on and I just read this board too much.
Either way, it's fun to think about.
I've had an acquaintance for some time. We both used to attend magic Wednesdays at Dada until our faithful magician moved himself out to San Fran. I met her there, but would run into her all the time at various band performances -- from the local and obscure to the massive and popular. She always stopped to say hi, we shared shots, and had fun dancing on more than one occasion.
On one faithful Wednesday, between Brad the Reality Thief's sets, we were chatting and shooting Patron when she mentioned being a massage therapist.
"No way! I had no idea. I need a regular therapist."
Totally true. I have more aches and pains than not... and my left leg has been tormeting me something fierce. She said she'd never done anyone in a chair before, so it'd be on her for the learning experience... and since I wasn't paying, she'd be bringing her sensual oils. We laughed, we'd been drinking, it was innocent, but I made sure to get her number.
I called her a few days later to set it up, sincere in wanting to get some work done, and left a message. A week went by, I never heard back. I really didn't think much of it and it wasn't long until I ran into her again.
"You never called me back..." I was teasing.
"No, no I didn't..." She looked down a moment, then back up at me. "I don't want to give you a massage."
"Okay." I blinked. "... why? I know the sensual oils thing was a joke. I actually do need actual work done."
"I... just... well, you see, it's just... it's a liability."
"It is?"
"Well... no, not really." She sighed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm really not up for the challen -- no, I love challenges." She seemed stuck. I could tell that she was trying to come up with a reason why that made sense, something she could tell me, but there was none, and whatever the real reason was... she wasn't going to share. Finally, she said, "Why wouldn't I? Of course I do. That's my job. I don't know what's wrong with me. Yeah, that'd be great. Just call me. I'll answer this time."
We left it at that. I did call and she's been coming over on Wednesdays ever since. She always makes sure I'm completely dressed. If something slides down or whatever during a transfer, it's always quick to be fixed. Whenever I read someone here say how they feel uncomfortable around a wheeler, like they don't want to be caught, or how they think it'd be wrong to be in a profession where you work with us, it makes me think of that conversation.
I've had one more similar instance with her. The girl that gets me up in the morning -- washing, dressing, etc. -- was going out of town for a week. I asked her, massage chic, if she'd like to fill in. It's not far off from what she already does, she works on naked spa clients (granted, with towels on) all day, and her schedule worked. She said she totally could and we both put the dates, a month away, in our BlackBerry calendars, laughing at our hi-techness. The month went by. On the Sunday before she was due to start, she sent a text saying she couldn't do it -- she didn't feel comfortable. She didn't say why. It was very random, unexplained, and made little sense... much like before.
So, though I'll never know, I wonder if she's a devotee, conflicted morally about doing things for me given her "unusual attraction," or has some other deal going on and I just read this board too much.
Either way, it's fun to think about.
